It was hilarious and I thoroughly enjoyed it, except for one nagging problem: I knew I had an article due. That sinking, sloshing feeling in the pit of my stomach was the the dead giveaway. It reeked of chronic procrastination.
Yet there I was, watching my friend in a sketch about how to pick up girls. While the sketch on it's own didn't really enhance my life in any way (I'm not particularly interested in picking up hot girls), I realized that by the end of the production, I was laughing and animated and alive. It was the happiest I'd been all week.
The nagging feeling didn't go away, however. But then I wondered if procrastination is really a problem.
Maybe it's just lack of confidence in your priorities.
All night, I was thinking, Maybe I should have just stayed home and done that article. But quite honestly, in the greater scheme of things, turning in that article one day late won't really make a difference. Not in my grade, not in my work quality, not on El Estoque. Spending the night unwinding and reanimating myself, though... that will provide me with jokes for a lifetime.
So which is worth more?
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